we wont go down we wont go down ive seen my life and where ive been im standing here with all my friends we wont go down we wont go down i see the
on his arm, uh He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm Dan my nigga from down south Used to like me
m headed to the ball, me and three prom queens my life's prom night and guess who's the Prom King they having a kissing fight and I'm Don King everybody
'm headed to the ball, me and three prom queens My life's prom night and guess who the Prom King They having a kissing fight and I'm Don King Everybody
me like headbands, call that bitch Rondo I'm fresher than the Prom hoe, teach ya we dont fly coach F-ckin' but she act dumb, kick her out my condo Real G's, Last King
real world" She said to me condescendingly Take a seat, take your life Plot it out in black and white Well, I never lived the dream of the prom kings
school prom taking posters with me The new king and queen you suppose to hold it with me I love you, you love me Walk with me, girl talk to me Be down
prom queen? (I can be your prom king) Won't you be my prom queen? (I can be your prom king) Won't you be my prom queen? (I can be your prom king) Won
Like the cherry to the apple to the peach to the plum I'm the king of the Ave., and I'm the king of the block Well, I'm MCA, and I'm the King Ad Rock
me it ain't gonna take me long Just stick around it's like a match to gasoline I'm nice as hell till I get mean, I'll be your prom king early mr. clean
Cold beer, hot lights My sweet romantic teenage nights Brenda and Eddie were the Popular steadys And the king and the queen Of the prom Riding around with the car top Down
spend their life in central Crook-lyn (yeah) I've seen prom queens, turn into prom fiends Sometime I ask myself what happen to Dr. King's "Dream
Guy:Dude did you just hear Superchick is playing the prom Cause Highschool could be a mini me of the rest of society There always prom queen, always
m sure Billy King, probably got a Doggystyle tape Somewhere hidden in his briefcase Newsweek, Rolling Stone, major magazines Dope fiends, prom queens
got a bond with you Like 'member I went to the prom with you (nah!) Fuck dude got not choice but to bong at you Mans ain't gorilla, so better have King
I make music for the fuck of it, no fame Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round Tried to find ammo but it's none around town So I went Down South but I ended
s got solid gold Grammy's that say Todd while you dropped verses at niggas' proms Faggot, you better battle number two Cause number one, got his title locked down son The King
rain upon my face, lifeblood gushing from The gaping hole - the one I created, momentarily Quenching my thirst I lacerated the juggular vein of the prom king